July 30th 2009 12:00 am
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Meow. My name is Arthur. I died on May 8, 2009. Six days after I was finally adopted. My sisters and I were born to a family that never wanted kittens. They didn't spay their cat though, and when my birth mom showed up pregnant, they put all of us in a box and dropped her off at a local lady's house, because she ran an adoption network. That lady told my mom that we were sweet from the start, despite spending a whole night outside in a box before she found us. We spent our early lives sitting in the window displays of a pet store, looking at all the prospective mommies and daddies, and just hoping someone would choose us. Well, when it came to my mommy, I chose her.
She told me all about how lonely she was, living alone after spending all her life living with her large family. But when she walked in that pet store, not even looking for a kitten necessarily, just wanting to browse, I came to my window and stared straight at her. she was charmed instantly, and put her hand to the glass. I licked at her fingers through the glass, and she turned to her friend and picked me. Auntie was looking at my sister Binx though, and they couldn't leave us there. They asked after us, and mom told me all about the mad scramble to fill out the adoption papers and reserve us for pickup before someone else did. The lady approved them on the spot and they came back to pick us up the very next morning. When we got home, I was very curious about the new place. Still, I never strayed far from my new mom, for fear she'd lose me. She never even told anyone that I slept with her that first night. And the few we had together after that. We just clicked, it was an instant bond.
But there was something wrong with me that nobody could foresee. You see, I was never meant to be a furrever kitty. I had a birth defect, an aneurysm in my chest. Four days after I came home, my mommy noticed me breathing funny. I was fighting for each breath. She took me to her vetdoc and cried the whole time. She didn't have any money for expensive procedures, and was afraid that her only option would be to put me down. The vetdoc told her not to give up, and told her he would keep me for a night, free of charge. He didn't want to take me from my mommy when I had only just found her. The next morning, when I wasn't better, the vetdoc convinced my mom to let him run an xray and blood tests on me.
The xray only showed bad news. My entire chest cavity was filled with fluid, and they had to pull it out with a needle. It was blood. I was dying and I wasn't even bleeding outside. They tried to run blood tests on my good blood, but I was too afraid of the vetdoc's needles to let him. The vetdoc called my mommy in again, to decide what to do. My mommy cried the whole time. I felt so bad, I wanted to tell her it would be ok, but she couldn't understand. Instead, I just licked her hand and purred for her. The vetdoc said I could possibly clot on my own, and gave my mommy hope once again. He made her say goodbye for the night, and kept me to see if there was any way I could make it. Mommy and her friend agreed though, that if I wasn't better soon, they would have to put me down. They just didn't want me in pain, and I knew the thought of putting me down tore my mommy apart. It made her cry like I had never seen, like even her friend had never seen.
So I made the decision for her. The next morning, at about 6:30 am, I gave in to my birth defect. I died quietly, or at least that's what the vetdoc told my mom. I thought my death was going to ruin her friendship, they just both loved me so much the pain was palpable.
I don't remember what happened after that, I was crossing the Rainbow Bridge with my mommy's bunny, Rodney, who died the same day I did. Rodney jumped off her small plastic Igloo house too hard. It flipped and landed on her back, breaking her back. It was a hard week for Mom.
Eventually I could see Mom again, and I reminded her that Mieke, the kitten she rescued the night I died, needed her shots. Mom needed to go on a certain day, so that I could help her save Julius. She took the hint, thankfully, and brought him home, not knowing how long his recovery process would be, or that it would help her recover too.
Saving Julius saved my mom, in a way. After I died, she was questioning herself and her abilities as a kitty mommy. She was ready to rehome both Binx and Mieke, and give up on her love for all furrkind. But by saving Julius, who was emotionally scarred by abuse, she remembered why she had saved me. Every day, kitties live in boxes. Every day, kitties are killed because there simply aren't enough people who care. She knew that I would never want my death to make three more kitties homeless. By saving Julius, she got my message that I didn't blame her. It wasn't her fault. She wasn't a bad kitty mommy at all, some kitties just have to go before their time.
She has managed to see my death for what it was meant to be. A way for her to rescue two more kitties who needed her.
I'm Arthur. I died two months ago, on May 8, 2009. I was an adorable little orange tabby in life, and I charmed and changed my mommy completely. She's been too hurt to delve into my story too deeply before, but today we decided that I should be shared. Today, my mommy helped me join a Rainbow Bridge group and got two adorable Rainbow bridge puppies, Bear and Bambi, to help me get my wings. I survived being homeless, unwanted, and finally loved, only to be recalled to the Rainbow Bridge to help more kitties. And because of six short days, I have changed five lives, two human, three feline.
My story is important. No kitty should die so young, but I want to talk to the owners who don't fully comprehend what letting your cat have a litter of kittens means. It means that no matter how many kittens your cat has, YOU are responsible. YOU must find them homes. YOU must provide early healthcare. YOU cannot shove them off on someone else. These kitties are not your responsibility for a few months, but for however many YEARS they live. If you rehome them and their home falls through, YOU must take them back. YOU cannot rehome them carelessly, YOU must make sure they are loved and provided for. If YOU, not your friends or local animal shelter, are not prepared, financially or emotionally, for this commitment, it is YOUR responsibility to spay or neuter your cat. Every day, hundreds of thousands of kitties are born. Every day, hundreds of thousands of kitties are put down because shelters have no more room for them, and people aren't willing to open their homes or hearts to them. Every day, millions of kitties sit, waiting, hoping for a furrever home. Please, if you are thinking of getting a kitty, consider adoption. You never know how truly special that homeless kitty will be. You never know how truly special you will be to that homeless kitty.
Mom got my wings today. She is starting to heal. But she will never forget me, a kitten someone else threw away.